Dominating Nikolette

BDSM

NIKOLETTE

The club was tucked away in the shadows of larger, more ornate historic buildings. I was here with my sister Sorina. I was writing an article about sex clubs, actually more like a review. I was an editor of Let’s Talk Sex Clubs magazine. I know, it’s not exactly an original name, but I guess you know what to expect when reading it.

The Attic was a sex club with a side of supernatural beings. You read that correctly, the club was a honing ground for vampires, werewolves, witches, etc. and on rare nights humans. It was a membership-only club, but tonight it was Masquerade and an open party if you had an invitation. The owners invited me to cover the event for the magazine. We lived in a community were paranormal and supernatural beings were not out of the norm, but it was also not something we discussed.

Once inside, our mouths fell open, and our eyes jumped from one wall to the next. Lights pulsed, music pounded, and my heart hammered in my chest. I’d seen nothing like this before. I was not innocent or naïve, but this was a new experience. I followed Sorina’s tight, leather-clad body, pushing her way through the crowd. Multicolored lights that flashed against the dark walls surrounded us. They briefly shone into the shadowed alcoves where couples were joined in various erotic positions. Unaware of the crowd and the surrounding noise. We finally made it to the front, where dozens of people were pressed against the metal railing. The railing prevents the crowd from going onto the circular stage.

Sorina pulled on my arm, “Come on, Nik, you can’t see from behind me.”

I shook my head, “It’s alright. I can see fine from here.”

“Huh?” Sorina yelled back.

“I’m fine right here,” I repeated louder. Sorina grinned and yanked me in front of her. “Sorina!” I yelled over my shoulder, giggling.

Then I felt the cold metal of the rail against my bare stomach because the crowd was surging forward. Instantly, my eyes were captivated by the scene in front of me. Chains were suspended from the ceiling, swaying to the beat. Along the far wall stood three massive wooden crosses and bound to these crosses were different pairs of women and men. A woman dressed in black was whipping a shirtless man with a multi-tailed whip. With every meticulous stroke of the whip, the crowd cheered.

They were encouraging her on; the scene caused goosebumps to rise on my arms and on the back of my neck, but what really interested me were the bound women. Two young women with blonde hair were naked except for undergarments, matching black push-up bras, and lacy black thongs. They faced the crosses, arms raised high over their heads, wrists shackled and attached to eyebolts rooted in the wood. They moved with the beat of the heavy music. Two men used paddles to spank in perfect unison. Something stirred inside me, awakening a demanding cry of need as I observed the scenes. It amazed me that watching this happen could cause my body to react this way. None of this meant I actually wanted to do these things. Except my pulse raced, my legs trembled, and heat gathered between my thighs. Maybe. I pulled in a deep breath and let it out slowly as I watched.

The two men I watched wore leather pants and no shirts. They completely focused their attention on a couple of women whose backs were to the crowd. When they spanked the women’s skin, a cry rose from the crazed watchers. The music changed, becoming faster, causing the men to move faster to keep in time with the new beat. I saw the ripple of their muscles when the men raised their arms to swing. The sound from the club became one long, constant curvature of noise. I could feel the vibrations of excitement all around me. The crowd fed it, fed me, and made my pulse thump in my veins. I couldn’t look away from the scene on the stage.

Sorina yelled into my ear, “What do you think?” I couldn’t express the emotions pulsating through my mind. There was nothing I could say. Besides, it was too loud to explain to Sorina everything going through my head. I just shook my head and smiled.

“Do you want to go?” My sister asked.

“What? No!” I wasn’t going anywhere.

“Really?” Sorina grinned widely, her green eyes sparkling.

“Yes, really.” I smiled at Sorina, shaking my head a little. Sorina shrugged, and I focused again on the action on the stage. The two men finished, releasing the women from their restraints. The young women rubbed their arms and wrists as they were guided to a small sofa. A woman with short, spiky brown hair, dressed in a pink corset, wrapped the women in robes and gave them something to drink. I stared, mesmerized by the process. One man slipped through a side door. The other man spun around, and a tremor of heat shot through me.

He looked unworldly, devilishly handsome, with a sinister gleam in his eyes. Lucifer incarnate. Even with the club’s flashing lights, I could see the honeyed color of his skin. His hair was overgrown, wavy, and very black. His eyes were dark and held seductive promises. His gaze roamed over the mass of guests, and he gave them a grin and an impudent wink before he stepped offstage. I leaned over the rail, trying to see where he went, but he disappeared behind a black curtain.

“Ladies and gentlemen.” A feminine voice replaced the music. A striking woman dressed as a daring Ring Master in red leather boots, a tight black dress, a red jacket with tails, and a black top hat with black and red feathers. She cracked her whip to draw attention to the stage.

“Welcome to The Attic; we are pleased you could join us. As you know, Attic does not open its doors to just anyone.” She leaned forward, allowing the crowd a view of her ample cleavage. “You must have certain attributes, darker appetites, to have received an invitation to our events. Our next performance will begin in thirty minutes. Until then, dance, mingle, and explore the interactive displays.” She cracked her whip again and left the stage. Music returned, but it was not as loud or pulsating, and the lights lifted slightly.

“Ready to explore?” Sorina asked with a wicked grin planted firmly on her face.

TANERK

The stage lights made it almost impossible to see into the crowd, but I saw her, and I wanted the little witch. Her eyes were wide as she took in the scene on the stage; something told me she had never been exposed to anything like this before. She was fresh and untainted. I wanted to be the one to teach her everything. To explore her darkest desires and have her submit to mine. I maneuvered through the crowd in search of my redhead. My redhead. How easily, I thought of her as mine, and I hadn’t even spoken to her yet. Something about her called to my demon. I spotted her at the wall of whips. I stood to the side and watched her finger the leather with her delicate hand. My curious pixie moved on to the floggers, running her fingers through the leather tails.

I stepped up beside her and asked. “Do you enjoy impact play?”

She dropped the flogger back onto the table. “Um, I’m not sure what that is.”

I chuckle. She’s so innocent in the lifestyle. I’d love to be the one to initiate her journey. “Quick answer, use of a flogger, whip, paddle, or my favorite. A hand.”

Her eyes widen and spark with her curiosity.

“Do you like the idea?” I asked.

She tilted her head to look up at me. “I’m not sure.”

“Do you want to find out?” I caress her cheek with the back of my hand. She chewed on her bottom lip and nodded. I took her hand and led her through the crowd.

“Wait. I need to tell my sister where I’m going.” She said, dropping her hand from mine.

I nod. “She is right over there.” I pointed toward the bondage display.

“How did you know I was with her?” Her brows knitted together in confusion.

I shrugged. “I saw you together, and the family resemblance is uncanny.” I placed my hand on her lower back, guiding her toward her sister. She looked up at me just a couple of feet from her sister.

“Do you mind waiting here? I’d like to talk to her privately.”

“Of course. I’ll be right here when you finish. I watched her walk over to the pretty redhead. My little witch leaned into whisper in her sister’s ear. Both women glanced in my direction. Her sister smiled and nodded. My girl kissed her sister’s cheek, and I watched as she walked back to me.

“Everything okay?” I asked, taking her hand once again.

“Yes.” she said, giving me a small smile.

I guided her back to the private room section of the club. As an owner, I had a private room always available to me. I used the key and unlocked the door. I stepped to the side to allow her to walk through. She went directly to the glass display cabinet of various toys and floggers I enjoyed using. I walk over to her, wrap my arm around her bare belly, and pull her against my chest. She let out a surprised gasp but didn’t pull away.

“What’s your name, little witch?” I whisper, letting my lips brush against the shell of her ear.

I remained silent, waiting for her to answer my question. “Nikolette.”

“How old are you, Nikolette?” I like her name on my lips. I’m not worried she is underage, but I’m curious about how innocent she is.

“Twenty-five.” She breathed.

I trailed the back of my hand lightly along her side as I nuzzled her neck. I grinned against her skin when she moaned. Fuck, I’ve barely touched her, and I was rock hard.

“What’s your name?” She asked.

“Tanerk,” I replied, nipping the pulse along her neck.

“I saw you on stage.”

“Did you like what you saw?” I asked between nips and light kisses.

She nodded. “Yes. I’ve never seen anything like it. I never thought it was something I wanted but seeing you.” She trailed off.

“What did seeing me do to you?” I bit the delicate space between her neck and collarbone.

“I was excited.” She moaned and pushed her plump ass against my cock. Her ass was perfection and made for a good, hard spanking session.

I groaned, my hand sliding down her front and fingering the satiny skin beneath the hem of her skirt. “Did your pussy get wet?”

“Yes.”

“Is it wet now?” I asked.

“Yes, so wet.” She moaned.

“Are you ready to learn about impact play?” I give her thigh a light smack.

She nodded.

“On the spanking bench.” I ordered.

She turned and stared at me with confusion. I saw an array of emotions flicker in her pretty green eyes. Nikolette was gorgeous with her thick wild mass of auburn hair and pale skin with a dusting of coppery freckles, and even though she was petite, she had lush curves. I took in my pretty little witch as she decided on her next move. Fuck, I prayed she didn’t refuse me. I wanted her shackled and face down on the whipping bench. Her legs obscenely displayed on the sides of the seat, her slick, intimate folds spread against the leather-covered wood. I wanted to paint her ass cheeks red with my hand.

“Will it hurt?” She asked. Fucking adorable. So sweet.

I brush my thumb over her cheekbone. “If it becomes too much, we’ll stop. Just say red, and we’ll stop, but try to take as much as you can.”

“I want to try.” She said with a sigh, and I felt my muscles relax.

“Straddle the bondage horse,” I ordered. “Stretch your legs back to line up with the horse’s legs and grip the front legs.” I grinned as she struggled a little to follow my instructions. “Exquisite.”

I grabbed her hips and pulled her further down the distance of the bench. I kneeled behind her, and my hand ran up the length of her leg and back down. I fastened the leather strap around her ankle, binding her to the horse. I repeated this action slowly with all her limbs, leaving her tethered to the sawhorse. I left her clothes on because this was just a taste, and I would be too tempted to fuck her senseless if she was completely bare to me. I’d have to settle with flipping her little skirt over her ass. Her body trembled, and her breathing was heavy as my hand ran along her spine.

“Do I have your permission for this hands-on demonstration?” I asked.

My hands pushed her skirt up over her ass. I glimpsed her tiny little thong nestled inside her crack.

“Yes.” she said as she nodded. I scanned the room. It tempted me to use a flogger, but the thought of my handprint on her ass was too much of a temptation to deny. I lightly ran my hand over her upturned ass.

“Are you ready to begin?” I asked. My hand itched to spank her perfect backside.

“Yes.” Nikolette moaned.

NIKOLETTE

My limbs shackled with my pussy and ass exposed to Tanerk was something I never expected to experience tonight. I wasn’t even sure how I got here, but as I prepared myself for his hand, I knew this was where I was meant to be.

The swoosh of his hand echoed in the air as it landed on my skin. Tanerk quickly built a rhythm, his hand moving from one cheek to the next. I silently counted each time his hand connected to my bottom. My body and mind were spinning; It felt like bolts of electricity pulsed through my body.

A connection was forming with him, something much deeper than I felt with the three men I had sex within the past. Two of whom I was in a long-term relationship.

But when Tanerk spanked me, it felt like something had awakened. I knew my body was reacting. I could feel my juices dripping down my thighs. Twenty times, his hand landed on my backside. My ass and pussy were on fire.

I knew he wasn’t human, and he held darkness inside of him, but it only called to me more. I needed him to fuck me, ram his cock into my pussy and claim it. I didn’t even know him, but I wanted Tanerk inside me more than my next breath.

Tears ran down my cheeks as I tried to calm myself and even breathe. Tanerk quickly unfastened the straps, and my body sagged against the bench. I wasn’t sure what to do now. I don’t think I could move if I wanted to. What was the protocol after letting a stranger spank you twenty times?

“Perfect, girl,” he whispered, his hand caressing my skin. I gasped when I felt his thick finger slip into my pussy. “Fucking hell, witch, you’re drenched.”

I hissed when he pulled his finger from my cunt. I missed it instantly. “That was — ” I started, but I had no words to describe it. He picked me up and carried me to the sofa; Tanerk sat down with me on his lap. I winced at the feel of his leather pants against my sore ass.

“Are you alright? Was it too much?” Tanerk asked.

“I ache, I need,” I answered honestly.

“What aches? What do you need?” He smirked. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what I needed.

“My pussy.”

“Does your pussy need to be filled? Do you need my fingers?” His hand slipped under my skirt and pushed my thong from my slit. His finger replaced the fabric.

“Please, sir,” I moan.

“Please, what? What do you need, little witch?” Tanerk asked, his finger teased between my pussy lips.

“I need to cum.” I breathed. He plunged two fingers inside my pussy, and his thumb pressed my clit. Tanerk fucked his thick fingers in and out of my pussy.

“Cum for me.” His deep voice vibrated through my body.

“Ah, so close.” I moaned, and his fingers rapidly stroked my body.

“Cum, Nikolette, cum now.” Tanerk doesn’t stop. He pumps his fingers inside my channel, building my body for another orgasm. I lift my hips from his lap, meeting his thrusts until, finally, I plummet over the edge. I cry out with my orgasm, and he keeps stroking me through my peak.

“Suck.” He ordered, lifting his fingers to my mouth.

His arms wrapped around my body. He held me tight against his bare chest. I relished the feel of his arms cocooning me against his body. “It was unlike anything I ever imagined. I didn’t expect to like it, but I loved it.” I murmured against his chest.

“It’s just the beginning, Nikolette. There is so much more I can teach you. So much more I can give you. Do you want to learn more?”

“Is this nuts? To feel this connected to you, to let someone I just met do these things to my body?”

He cupped my cheeks and forced me to at him. “I think it’s safe to say tonight was a surprise for us both.”

“Really?”

Tanerk was sex on a stick. There was no getting around that, but he somehow became even sexier when he smiled.

“Yes. Nikolette, this was more than a scene to me. I want more of you.” Tanerk threaded his hand through my hair, and his fingertips dug into my scalp. He leaned in and kissed me. His lips brushed over mine, his tongue pushed between my lips, and he deepened the kiss.

Shyly, I slipped my arms around his neck, my hands playing with his hair’s ends. His masculine fragrance filled my senses, and I never wanted to be without his scent lingering on my skin. He removed his hand from my neck and shifted our bodies. Tanerk stood with me still in his arms and walked us to the bed. He sat me down on the edge of the bed and kneeled in front of me.

“I want to fuck you. Are you ready for that?” I nodded, unable to trust my voice not to crack. “I’m going to need your words.” He demands, not allowing me to get away with just a nod.

“Yes.” My voice was steady. He smiled. Tanerk’s hands grasped one leg and gently removed my shoe. He massaged my foot until I moaned, then he moved on to the other foot. Gooseflesh spreads over my skin as his hands move up to the hem of my shirt. Tanerk lifted it slowly, revealing my braless breasts. He groaned and leaned in and took one rosy bud into his mouth. He sucked my nipple into a hard peak. Tanerk tossed the top aside and took my other nipple into his hot mouth.

“How’s your ass?” He asked once he had me completely naked. I felt my cheeks flush and knew they were probably as red as my ass was.

“Sore.” He kicks his shoes off, removes his pants and underwear simultaneously, and tosses them on the sofa.

“Turn over on all fours. Cheek against the mattress and ass up.” He instructs his hand, pushing the center of my back down until my tits hit the mattress. “Gorgeous.” He smacked my ass hard and then kissed each of my ass cheeks. “This ass is perfect, gonna claim one day.” I tense at his words, and he chuckles. “Not tonight, little witch, but you’ll let me in this ass one day.” I’ve wanted no one in my ass before, but with Tanerk… I trusted he would make it perfect. He would take care of me as he pummeled my ass.

TANERK

Nikolette was perfection, and I was a lucky sonofabitch to have found her tonight. I ran my hand over her silky skin. “Turn over.” I smiled as she quickly obeyed.

She was the perfect submissive, with no training. I couldn’t wait to train her properly. I shook my head. She wasn’t my submissive. Yet. I reminded myself. But she would be, and so much more. Nikolette was going to be mine in all ways.

“Are you sure you want this?”

“Yes.” She panted.

“I’m warning you, Nikolette, once my cock is inside your pretty little pussy, that’s it for you. I’m claiming you. You’ll be mine. Forever.” I let my words sink in, and my eyes roam her face as she processes what I’ve just said. “Nikolette?”

“Yes, claim me, make me yours. Forever.” She said with conviction.

“Arms above your head and leave them. Do you understand?” I asked. I lowered my body against hers and settled between her open thighs. I smack her thigh. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Nikolette moaned. My cock bounces against the entrance of her pussy.

“Good girl.” I cooed in her ear. My forearms were bent on either side of her shoulders. Her tits pressed against my chest, and I was as close to her as possible without entering her pussy. I lift my hips back and thrust into her cunt in one fast movement. I groaned. Fucking perfection.

“Fuck, you’re so tight and wet. I don’t think I can take it easy on you. I can’t be gentle; you feel too good.”

“I don’t want it gentle. I want it hard and rough. I want to feel you tomorrow.”

“Baby, you’ll feel me forever because I’m fucking this pussy daily, several times a day. Every inch of you will feel me, your throat, your pussy, and your perfect plump ass.” I chuckle.

She moaned at my words. Just the thought of me fucking her until she was sore turned her on. “Do it!” She demanded.

I pull back and plunge back inside her cunt, hard. I was balls deep, and nothing had ever felt so right. She gasped. I looked at her face and saw tears in the corner of her eyes. I lean down and kiss them away.

“You’re so tight little witch. I’m going to split you open.” I shift and look down between our bodies, my cock engulfed by her pussy. I watch as I slide in and out of her, slowly at first. I enjoyed watching our bodies connected. Her poor cunt stretched painfully wide. Nikolette’s pussy convulsed and twitched around my cock, sucking me deeper inside her body.

“You’re so big,” she moans, lifting her hips to match my thrusts.

“Your slutty pussy is taking it so well.” I praised. I snap my hips hard and fast, plunging into her body in a desperate rhythm.

When I rammed inside her so hard, she yelped. “Grab the bedframe,” I order. I kiss her frantically, my hips thrusting inside her faster, harder, deeper. I know I’m hitting her cervix. Visions of her pregnant filled my head. I wanted that. I needed to claim every part of her.

I pulled out of her suddenly, and she whined at the loss of my cock. “Claiming this womb too, baby.” I rammed back inside of her hard.

“Yes,” She cried out. I only lasted a few more thrusts before she screamed my name as she came.

“That’s it, baby cum for me. Fuck, your slutty little pussy is strangling my dick. I’m going to cum so fucking hard, spray your womb full of my seed.” I growled.

“Yes!” she moaned. “Cum inside me. Coat my womb with your seed.!”

I hissed. My cock pulsed, ready to explode. I growled her name as I shot my cum deep inside her body. I latch on to her tit and suck her nipple into my mouth. My hips buck as the last of my cum sprays inside her body. When I’m finally empty, I kiss a trail to her mouth. She moaned against my mouth, and her hands eventually moved from above her head and cupped my cheeks. I smirk into the kiss. She had been such a good girl, keeping her hands in place. I’ll ignore that she moved them before I gave her permission.

I brush my lips to her cheeks. “I’m taking you home.” I slide from her body and instantly miss the loss of her warm pussy surrounding me.

“Home?” she asked. I sit up on the bed and bring her to my lap. I brushed her hair off her face. She looked up at me with such devotion and satisfaction I wanted to take her again.

“I told you that you were mine, and you agreed. I’m taking you to my home.” I tapped her leg. “Up.” She obeyed and stood at my side. I normally would shower, but I wanted both of us to walk out of here smelling like the other. I needed the entire club to know she was mine. I helped her dress, then I quickly threw my clothes on. “Ready?”

She smiled. “Yes, sir.” My cocked jumped at her, calling me sir.

I held out my hand to her, and she instantly placed her small hand in mine. I can’t help the grin that forms on my face. This was just the beginning. Nikolette and I were not just leaving this room, but we were walking toward our future.

She didn’t know it yet, but she sealed her fate when she submitted to me. When she finds out who I really am, she will be angry and afraid. But it’s too late now. She was going to give birth to the next generation of Raka demons.